5th of Summer, 520 A.V.
Marino stood on the deck of his casinor, the Seasilk, looking out over Swing beach. Still undressed from his swim, he simply reveled in the breeze and sunshine for a tick while he got his head right. It had been four days since he’d last seen Twist. That coupled with the fact that most of his pod had moved back to the open sea troubled him greatly. He found himself worry about them a lot, even though they promised to keep in touch with the Avikki. So until his tavan showed up again, or he received word from his family, he tried keeping as busy as he could. Which wasn’t hard.
Syka had plenty of work to go around for those willing to find it, and Marino still had so much to learn. When he wasn’t transporting people around Syka, he could usually be caught trying to make himself more self sufficient than he was. Today that amounted to swimming around and splashing his net around in the water. He’d learned last season how to properly throw the thing, but that had yet to amount to him catching anything.
Leaning against the railing, Marino sighed. He supposed it was time for him to get dressed and see if anyone needed a ride. Still, he wasn’t quite dry yet so he could go without a little long while he brought the Seasilk up onto the dock. That brought a fresh grin on and after pulling up the anchor, he went about setting the sails. Not planning on going very far, he worked only with one sail. He didn’t bother with keeping it taut or drawing the foot all the way out. Instead, he let what little wind there was catch the half furled sail, and gently bring him in towards the dock. Then, as he neared he put down the sail, drifting in the rest of the way before he dumped his anchor. Hopping off the side of the Seasilk, he tied it off before boarding again.
With that done, he quickly went below deck to throw on a pair of white isuas breeches and a white isuas shirt. Then, second guessing the arrangement, exchanged the shirt for a crimson scarf with little copper bells sewn throughout. Now that he was properly attired, he went out on to his deck to wait for a passenger, or barring that, something fun to get into. He wasn’t very enthused with the idea of just sitting around waiting so he took his half spear onto the deck with him. It felt awkward in his grasp as he held it gingerly in his left hand. A number of people had recommended that he got acquainted with a weapon, but staring at it now, he wasn’t sure if that was a today thing. After briefly trying to grip it like an eating knife, he promptly dropped it, then sheepishly picked it up and put it away. That could wait till he found someone to show him at least some of the basics.
Picking up his fishing net that he’d left port side of the bow, he decided to give it a toss while casually looking up the dock to see if anyone was coming.
Syka had plenty of work to go around for those willing to find it, and Marino still had so much to learn. When he wasn’t transporting people around Syka, he could usually be caught trying to make himself more self sufficient than he was. Today that amounted to swimming around and splashing his net around in the water. He’d learned last season how to properly throw the thing, but that had yet to amount to him catching anything.
Leaning against the railing, Marino sighed. He supposed it was time for him to get dressed and see if anyone needed a ride. Still, he wasn’t quite dry yet so he could go without a little long while he brought the Seasilk up onto the dock. That brought a fresh grin on and after pulling up the anchor, he went about setting the sails. Not planning on going very far, he worked only with one sail. He didn’t bother with keeping it taut or drawing the foot all the way out. Instead, he let what little wind there was catch the half furled sail, and gently bring him in towards the dock. Then, as he neared he put down the sail, drifting in the rest of the way before he dumped his anchor. Hopping off the side of the Seasilk, he tied it off before boarding again.
With that done, he quickly went below deck to throw on a pair of white isuas breeches and a white isuas shirt. Then, second guessing the arrangement, exchanged the shirt for a crimson scarf with little copper bells sewn throughout. Now that he was properly attired, he went out on to his deck to wait for a passenger, or barring that, something fun to get into. He wasn’t very enthused with the idea of just sitting around waiting so he took his half spear onto the deck with him. It felt awkward in his grasp as he held it gingerly in his left hand. A number of people had recommended that he got acquainted with a weapon, but staring at it now, he wasn’t sure if that was a today thing. After briefly trying to grip it like an eating knife, he promptly dropped it, then sheepishly picked it up and put it away. That could wait till he found someone to show him at least some of the basics.
Picking up his fishing net that he’d left port side of the bow, he decided to give it a toss while casually looking up the dock to see if anyone was coming.